At the beginning of this year I started this blog with hopes of capturing my thoughts during this new chapter in my life. Since then I have drafted several posts which have yet to actually be published on my page. Most of the drafts have been rewritten and altered so many times that they no longer really capture my original thought. So much for being authentic!
This past Friday I stepped out of my comfort zone and attended a Yoga Rave at my yoga studio. In the past when events like this came up I would usually find a friend to go with or check to see if I knew anyone attending before I would commit. This time I decided that I was going to not let my fear of maybe not fitting in or having someone to talk to stop me from experiencing something I was very curious about. I am so happy that I did not let fear control my choices that night because I had one of the most amazing experiences that I have encountered in sometime. Let me begin by describing what we walked into at this Yoga Rave. The owners of the studio, two incredible sisters, converted our practice room into the most exhilarating yoga club with a live DJ, strobe lights, glow bands and a drummer. All of the students were wearing some form of white and the energy in the room was palpitating. We all took part in an amazing 90 minute hot flow class to some great music and then cooled down in a 15 minute mediation. One would think that this was the highlight of the night however it was the events that occurred afterwards that made my night. After practice our teacher expressed how blessed she was feeling. She was overwhelmed by the fact that this event could draw so many people. There were a few staff members and other teachers but many of the attendees were members of the studio's community, with the sole connection being their love of Moksha and the space the owners have created. This feeling of Sangha and community could definitely be felt after our practice. After we finished cleaning up the studio we decided to go out for drinks and food, Sitting at our table I was amazed by the beautiful racially different faces that made up this surrogate family. During our conversation the topic came up that I had submitted my application to teacher's training this fall. The encouragement, advise and well wishes that followed was unfathomable. Even though I have always felt the love and inclusion at my studio I could never have anticipated how invested my Moksha family would be. If I ever had any doubts about this new chapter, they were definitely washed away by the love I felt Friday night. Which brings me back to the beginning of this post. I have been letting fear of what others might think and whether what I had to say was good enough derail my true intentions for my blog. What I write my not resonate with everyone but it is what is resonating with me, which is why I want to capture it here. If for some reason it is able to speak to someone else who may be thinking about changing things up in their life or perhaps encourage some to make changes then that's a bonus. Until then I am just going to continue to confront my fears, one step at a time. ~Namaste
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It's already the second week of February and I have finally found the opportunity to put fingers to keys for my first post. Not exactly the start I wanted for my blog however as a honorable member of the Procrastination Club, I am not totally shocked. In my defense the beginning of this year has already delivered some serious hurdles to myself and love ones; death, sickness and career changes. Circumstances that would steer anyone from their path. However this year has also brought with it a new found drive and determination that I have not experienced for some time. To what can I attribute this new found energy? Well outside of the fact that I come from a family of women who are extremely stubborn, my current yoga practice has created this internal fire. A resolve, an inner choice to carry on, breath through the madness or as some would say...dig deep.
I am not exactly sure where this term "dig deep" originated but I remember hearing it in school while playing sports from the coaches when they felt I or the team was not giving a hundred percent. Just recently I overheard my son yell it to one of his teammates in the last 2 minutes of their game when they were attempting to tie up the score. While this term of reference is one that is familiar, when it comes to my yoga practice the term dig deep takes on a literal meaning. My practice allows me to journey deep within to that inner voice that God has placed in all of us. That light that nourishes and strengthens us from our core. That voice that tells us that while we are all equal we are also magnificent beings created for and capable of great things. Some people know early in life what their destiny or dharma is and then there are some of us that are still working their way through the hurdles. Either way, I feel it is my obligation to use this divine gift to rise and carry on. The difference I find between the sports reference of dig deep and journeying deep within to that voice, is the kindness and compassion we allow ourselves on those days when we do not want to push through. That ability to forgive ourselves and others is freeing and releases the ties that bind us and prevents us from moving forward. Allowing us that ability to shake off what ever happened yesterday or the day before and start anew. As I sit here writing my first post I am very thankful for the ability to continue on my path regardless of what ever hurdles I have already experienced or yet to encounter. I am thankful for my yoga practice and the lessons my mat has taught me and the ability to dig deep. ~Namaste |
AuthorDione Adams, Archives
August 2016
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